Word: painful
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Much of Dr. Kroger's work was already done. The night before, he had hypnotized the patient in her own room. Now, with only a cue, he was able to assure her that she would feel no pain. To make doubly sure, he gave her instructions to make her lose all sensation in her right hand. Then he told her to put this hand to her chest so that this area too would lose sensation. Satisfied that she was in a deep enough hypnotic state, Dr. Kroger told the surgeon: "Your patient is ready." For ten minutes...
...freshman scrimmage, a kick in the stomach tore loose some of Parry's groin muscles. "Thereafter," he recalls, "any grunting effort would result in excruciating pain. The frosh team was under the direction of Harry 'Black Jack' Smith then. He taught football like it was war. Jeff Cravath was varsity coach. Between the two of them, I about lost interest in the game." Another man who helped ease Parry out of his football pads was Wilbur ("Moose") Thompson, U.S.C.'s 1948 Olympic shotput winner, who had watched the blond, well-larded freshman working out with...
Still, we feel obligated to enlighten you. It seems to us that the real Bohemian must contribuute more than mere color to this drab existence. The rigors of Bohemianism--which seem to involve both the physical pain of over-indulgence and considerable mental anguish (and even disorder)--surely do not make it a pleasurable state. One must assume, therefore, that a real Bohemian must have a purpose for his revolt. The actions of a real Bohemian must be useful to his own purpose, and if they are, he must certainly be a very happy man. Now, his purpose...
...Great Prosperity), Oyama plunged into Nagasaki Bay in hopes of salvaging enough scrap iron to make it worth the effort and risk. Four times he went down 192 ft. with nothing untoward. Raised to the Daiei Maru's deck after his fifth, hour-long descent, he collapsed in pain. His shipmates, unversed in medicine but with a well-grounded fear of the bends, slapped Oyama's helmet back on him, stuffed his diving suit with lead weights, and dumped him back over the side-down to 150 ft. -planning a slow decompression...
...Shaking in his bones, the little boy pushed. The door creaked. Marcelino's heart pounded; his jaw dropped as he stood and stared up at The Big Man. who seemed to be hanging on a wooden cross. There were nails in his hands and feet, and lines of pain in his face. All at once Marcelino was afraid no longer. "You look hungry." he said. "Wait, I'll be back." Marcelino ran down to the kitchen, stole a slice of bread, ran back to the upper room and held up the bread for The Big Man to take...